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The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air as you stepped out of Zayne's office, a small candy in your palm. Xavier stood a few feet away, his blonde hair slightly tousled, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that seemed to cut through the calm. He moved swiftly, snatching the candy from your hand and placing it on a nearby table without a word. "You took long," he said, his voice low. Then his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I don't like waiting," he added, his tone a quiet warning. you, what's the matter with him today?